Friday, in general, was a good day to start out with. We had a half day at work, leaving at noon to head over to a BBQ for our department. If nothing else makes me feel great about my new company here in Seattle....it's that our department is cool enough to have a keg at the BBQ. Drinking during work hours...LIFE IS ROUGH. (On another note, my previous employer had massive layoffs last week, which makes me extra glad that I made the decision to leave.) The sun, massive amounts of BBQ pulled pork, and a couple beers had made me quite drowsy, so I headed home for a nap. I had originally made plans to go out, but upon getting home from the BBQ all "tuckered out," I assumed that I wouldn't be making it beyond the couch for the evening.
I was wrong. I power-napped it, then threw in a DVD I had rented. Total chick flick of course...He's Just Not That Into You. Watching it made me feel BEYOND single. It definitely sparked the need to socialize, and the need to just get out of the damn apartment. The movie really wasn't that great, but it started to get me thinking, so I decided it best to run away from my thoughts for the night!
A new friend of mine, Alex, was celebrating his birthday that evening. It was very good times for sure...met some new people, and overall, got to dance my ass off for awhile. This quickly became my theme for the weekend.
Saturday was a long day. I woke up at 8:30 a.m. and headed with dog two hours north, to test ride a horse for my friend, Monica, who lives in Phoenix. At this point in time, I am rethinking the last tequila shot from the night before, of course. I didn't realize when I set out that I would be basically driving to Canada. I keep forgetting how close it is. It was a beautiful drive through the northern Cascades. The type of place you would like to go on a hiatus from your everyday life....the fields surrounding the mountains strangely reminded me of home...well, that and the extreme humidity that day. When I got there, I was surprised that the town was even on a map...Deming, Washington. Here's where it is:
For those of you that don't know show horses, when I say "test ride," that's exactly what I mean. They're just like cars...you have to "check under the hood" etc. This guy was a fun one to ride. And it's less of a sales pressuring situation, since I'm not the one that would actually be buying him. Oh...and I got paid to do so from my friend. I NEED THAT MONEY! (See blog post about my roadtrip financial disaster.) It was a fun test ride too...take a look at the horse, Hunter:
After riding, it was time to drive the two hours back down to ride my own horse. I think I might have lost 5 lbs. sweating that day from the humidity, but it was well worth it. I made it back home around 6 p.m....time for another power nap, since I had plans to go out with my friend, Andrew, later on. The other theme of the weekend...power-napping.
Andrew and I headed out to Capitol Hill. I was feeling the need for a divey, people-watching spot, so we headed to one of my favs, Linda's. This spot filled our need for some catching up and cheaper drinks. But, it was time for some more entertainment and good music, so we walked down the street to another great hangout, Chapel. Think, mortuary turned bar. Eerie, but awesome! And the place has some of the best martinis around....SOLD!
Well, randomly, there was a cover to get in...this has never been the case before, so we curiously decided it was worth checking out whomever was performing there. Low and behold, we stumbled across some white rappers in Chapel. It might be the most amusing thing I've seen in awhile, period. Three white guys, one in ripped tank top and punk-ish tight jeans, another with a full grown beard wearing sunglasses, and the last actually looked as if he was a misplaced Backstreet Boys member. They proceeded to rap about money, bitches, pussy, etc. While the beats were catchy, I was annoyed with these little punks objectifying women, so I rolled my eyes at Andrew and headed straight for the bar. We found a seat somehow, next to this random guy. After only a few moments in said guy's presence, we established that he was a big time fan of this group, whoever they were.
He was friendly, I'll give him that. I found my own seat at the bar, but we were looking for a spot for Andrew. At this bar it's almost essential to find a barstool, because the bar is super high. For whatever reason, this guy offered up half of his barstool to Andrew. As in, "Here, you can put half of your ass on my barstool." Weird, right? Andrew politely refused and found one sitting along the wall that he could pull up next to mine. I shook my head, looked at Andrew, and proceeded to order a dirty vodka martini...YUM YUM! Random guy clearly hadn't had enough of us. Between songs (which he was head bobbing to the entire time), he proceeded to chat with us, and eventually threw up some weird finger sign. It looked like "the shocker" to me, but he informed us that it was some sort of gang symbol, and it meant that we were cool with him or some shit. Seriously....WAS THIS GUY FOR REAL?? It didn't stop there. While Andrew and I tried to kind of ignore the guy (to avoid having to talk so-called gang shit with him), we couldn't help but watch his antics. Somehow he conned a chick into sharing his barstool. Honestly, all the girl wanted was a drink, but she got more than she bargained for. I think she had probably had more to drink than Andrew and I, or maybe just had a better tolerance to douchebag idiot gangsta wannabes...I don't know, but we watched, and sure enough....she gets "the shocker" sign as well.
We took this as a cue to get the last drink of the night, and start dancing our asses off. It served us well. White rapper boys were done by then, so the DJ had fired up some good tunes. He apparently had a flair for 80's music, so Andrew and I were in heaven. We stayed through last call, then down the street for drunken pizza slices.
It was a thoroughly enjoyful evening and weekend as a whole. Of course my body didn't think so the next day, so I stayed in bed until 1 p.m.. Recovery time = FAIL.
Song of the day: "Suedehead" by Morrissey (in remembrance of good 80's tunes)
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